Fire away my youngest of four, Whispering your favorite song, Madeline, an evergreen Pale moon you stare with regard Rockets in space, murals on the walls, yet here we are. All these yesteryears of reaping Kneel kiss high heels and a gold ring How we forget the grain we are in an arcane ocean. Dear, I want you to sail through the Nile, Watch the planes move gracefully across the sky, like fireflies There's no fortune in a white lie, There are jokers holding the reins Fingers chase triggers to end life Candles flare, then we all celebrate